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May 31, 2009
Every home ec group gets to invite one parent to join for our grand finale lunch, eaten off Corelware. Each table also gets to invite one teacher. I pray to gods I don't even believe in, promising I will believe, if my group gets Mr. L, the math teacher.

My prayers are rewarded, and there he sits, on the big day. At the same table with me and my mom. If I squint my eyes just so, I can blur out everyone's faces but the three of ours, and pretend we are the happy family I don't have at home.